Blue Moon House Excerpts

Wednesday, 30 September 2015

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The autumn day was sunny and warm, probably one of the last ones before the snow came. Zoe closed her eyes to listen to the rustling leaves, and the birds in the trees in the ravine behind the house.
When she opened them, Linc was standing a few feet away. She took a step back in surprise.
“I didn't want to interrupt,” he said with a smile. “You looked so happy.” He crossed the intervening space in two strides, his hand cupping her cheek and head. She was sure he was going to kiss her again.
He didn't. His eyes scoured her face and held her gaze when he finished. “I wish I could feel that serene. You looked...” He searched for the word. “Complete.”
She smiled and lowered her eyes. If he stared any more closely, he’d know exactly what she was thinking, what she’d been imagining a moment ago. He tipped her chin back up with his free hand.
“Please, don't be afraid to look at me.”
Her heart pounded in her chest and her stomach threatened to fly away with the birds and butterflies racing in it. “I-I'm not afraid.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I think you're lying.”
“No, I'm just not ready. Your eyes…” she trailed off and was compelled to touch him. Her hand rested on his face, his angular cheekbone, the stubble on his jaw. “It feels like you're going to eat me alive.”
She trembled when he growled at her. It wasn't angry, it was hungry, like he really would eat her.
“I could devour you,” he told her. His hands moved down, one on her lower back, the other lower. The butterflies turned into bats or birds; doubly fast and huge. “I would gobble you up like the big bad wolf.”
Her trembling intensified and her knees turned to jelly. A wolf. Hadn’t she imagined him pulling her down like prey? Unlike when Elliot was predatory, she wanted to succumb to Linc’s hunger.

Tuesday, 29 September 2015

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Today, International Bestselling and Award Winning Authors bringing you a
scorching ***ALL NEW*** book collection of never-before-seen page
turners filled to bursting with seductive shifters.These hot
Alphas will seduce you as you follow dragons, wolves, big cats, and other
shifters behind closed doors and between the sheets toward that happily
ever after every romantic at heart secretly craves.
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She's
a Fox. He's a Raven. From opposing sides of a shifter clan war,
their relationship is against the rules...but nothing is sweeter than
forbidden fruit.
When Kitsune returns home for a fireworks
festival, she doesn't expect to run into Karasu, a handsome young man
with a smile that melts her heart and dampens her panties. Their
attraction is instant, their love bright and hot.When she discovers he's
from an enemy clan, and a Raven shifter, she fights her instincts and
the clan laws to be with the one she loves.
Will their love be the balm to heal the rift between the two clans? Or will it spark an all-out war?

The Claiming by Lashell Collins
Xander
Salvador knows he's destined to be Alpha of the Woods Canyon Pack. He’s
felt it in his soul his entire life, even through the taunting and
ridicule he’s suffered over the disgrace of how his parents died. But
the Claiming is drawing near. The ancient, and some say barbaric
practice, where the strong and worthy males battle for the right to be
Big Dog often ends in death. And in order to join the battle and step
into his destiny, Xander must first claim the heart of his chosen mate,
Antonia Montgomery.

Toni doesn’t have time for love. She’s driven
to take the reins of her ailing father’s company and prove that she can
keep it on top. Her eccentric aunt’s tales of werewolves and bizarre
mating rituals have no bearing on her life. Until she’s bitten by a wolf
one night and her safe, structured world begins to spiral out of
control. Now, strange things are happening to her body. And the
mysterious, sexy man who always seems to be watching has her wondering
if her aunt’s wild tales could be true.

Savage by Kim Faulks
The
transition from woman to wolf is a right of passage, one hidden
in secrecy and terrified whispers of those females left behind. Not all
who transition live to warn the others, and so the female population in
the packs dwindle. Trapped by the call of the moon and her own body’s
yearning to mate,Mia does the only thing she knows—run. Can she survive
when her scent sends the males in her pack into a frenzy? Or will two
unlikely Alphas show her that both pain and pleasure are two sides of the
same coin?

My feet slipped on the sodden leaves, so I ended up crawling more than I walked. Rough branches slapped my face as I grabbed branch after branch, using fallen trees to pull myself up the steep incline. Fallen trees gave me something to hold onto. My heaving breaths were white in the cold air, burning my chest and stealing the moisture from my mouth. The sirens faded behind me. I dared not turn around. That place was no longer my home. Those I left behind weren’t my people.
My steps speared through sunken holes, jarring my ankles and knees. I slid backward more distance than I gained as I raced for the peak. A howl ripped through the air. The faint sound brought tears to my eyes.
Not a dog.
A wolf.

Love Like Wings by Amy Lee Burgess
Dragon
shifter Sebastian knows the value of things but no one can put a price
on Alexa, the woman he knows is his mate. He has three days to
convince her they belong together or he will lose her forever. Can he
overcome Alexa’s pride in time?

Claiming His Mate by Bethany Shaw
Erik
hasn't stopped thinking about Lexi since he was forced to leave
town three years ago. When he returns, he is devastated to learn that
Lexi has moved on. It’s for the best. Wolves don’t mate with humans. But
there is something about Lexi that keeps drawing him in. Will he be able
to claim her for his own?Or has he lost his chance for good?

Complication by Elle Thorne
Bootilicious
Laken Araya has to serve as a judge in the equivalent of a shifter
Supreme Court. No problem right? Until the one presenting the case is
a one-night stand she never should have had.

Polar bear
shifter Malachi—Ky—Romanoff is in a hell of a position. He’s
representing the petitioner in front of a woman who was butt-naked in a
reverse cow-girl the last time he saw her. He couldn’t even find the
memorable woman because they’d never exchanged names. And now he can’t
talk to her outside the confines of the case.

When the Snow Flies by Kiki Howell
On
a spiritual journey to heal after a tragic accident, Anna thought
the worst that could happen while walking in a labyrinth was to be taken
by a stranger. A human stranger. Little did she know her meditation would
capture the attention of dragons.

All
her life Emma Pearce only wanted one thing—to live amongst the
magnificent winged steeds known as the Pegasi — even if it means
accepting a ring from a man she’ll never love. When a storm sinks their
ship and tosses her ashore on a remote island, she finds herself torn
between two men, both dark strangers who’ve been battling for centuries.

A wounded king. . .

Davian Belmarric, once king of the
free Pegasi, allowed himself to be imprisoned on a remote island with
his mortal enemy, the leader of the serpent shifters, the Belleros.
Despite torment by his foe, he takes refuge in the knowledge that his
sacrifice saved the Pegasi from extinction. But when a shipwrecked young
woman brings news of the greater world, he discovers his sacrifice
might have been in vain . . .

A battle for her heart

Davian
never cared about escaping the island or even surviving—until Emma’s
arrival awakens in him a savage need. When his enemy suggests a contest
to end their conflict and decide who will leave and who will stay,
Davian fears his need to win will cost Emma her life.

Not Your Bitch by Angelica Dawson
Zoe doesn’t like being Elliot’s bitch, but doesn’t think she can do better. Linc is bound to prove her wrong, by making her his bitch, his mate.

“You are beautiful.” To make his point, Linc traced her upturned nose.
Zoe's eyes drooped sleepily. “You're just saying that.”
His glow went out like a snuffed candle. “You are,” he insisted.
“Yeah, really sexy,” she said with unveiled sarcasm, patting at the ring of flesh around her middle.
Linc ran his fingers down her side, over her belly, under her breasts, and over her breasts. He imagined drawing on her skin, shading all the curves to give them depth.
“I am just saying it,” he said at last and her eyes went wide in his peripheral vision. He continued to follow his finger, dark, on her pale marble skin. “I'm saying it without promises, without strings, without my own reasons. Just saying it.”

Ngyong's Tiger by Melissa Bell
Ngyong
is a secret part of Japanese Folk Law - He is the last of his line,and
his family's tales of the 'Legend of the Fox' will die along with him.
He is resolved in his decision to never take a mate.
Savannah is
Ngyong's new neighbor, she's beautiful, curvy in all the right places and
she likes what she sees on the other side of the fence. She has her own
secrets, ones that could get them both killed.
It's impossible to outrun your fate, especially when it's all claws and Legend.
(Five Brothers Series Spin-Off)

Peyton Milne
had grown up feeling like she was different from everyone else.
She’d always been able to do things, sense things, others couldn’t. When
she turned twenty, her mother told her something every person fears; she
wasn’t a Milne and never had been. She wasn’t even human. She was Fae; a
Changeling – the only good news, a unique type since she’d survived to
adulthood.Now Peyton is on a mission to find her Fae family and
find out why she was left out in the human world to die. And for that she
was going to need some help. Enter Basil, a shifter with a chip on his
shoulder and banishment under his belt.With this kind of fire-power
backing her, she hoped her family had a really good answer to her question.

Peyton stood and positioned herself between the two men when she saw Basil tense like he was getting ready to pounce on their visitor, “Excuse me, gentlemen. Remember me?”
The men looked at her, making her feel overexposed, “Yeah, hi. While I’m sure you boys would like nothing better than to beat the shit out of each other, Basil here and I were just leaving so that we could discuss some important, and rather delicate, business in private. Besides that, I happen to like this establishment and would prefer not to frighten the owners and patrons. How about we take this outside?”

Thursday, 24 September 2015

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Jack, it happened, raised pulse crops. He had a diary barn, which struck Russel as odd because there was no livestock. Row after row of beans, peas and lentils grew in a fenced field that must have been a pasture. Russel was tempted to wander the field and find what he needed on his own, but it wouldn't be wise to disgruntle the person most likely know know when he had found the right thing.
Knocking at the door, Russel was greeted first with a honk, then a shushing, and finally a man dressed too well to be a mere farmer. The goose, which Russel assumed must be the source of honking, wasn't in the entry.
“Can I help you?” Jack asked, not opening the door more than a crack.
“I hope so. I'm Prince Russel and I'm looking for a bean that can break a sleeping curse.”
Jack stepped out of his house, closing the door behind him. More muted honking came from inside. “Let's see,” he said, striding toward the field. “I think I have one. Do you know what it looks like?” he asked. “I only know it through rumour, and couldn't guarantee I chose what you need.”
Russel followed Jack into his field and was impressed at the variety of beans. “What do you do with them all?” he asked.
Jack looked around the field and then back at Russel. “I sell them, of course.”
“But why so many types?”
Jack hunched his shoulders and started walking again. “I'm known as an expert, so people come with specific requests, like yours.”
Russel nodded, but still didn't quite believe. “Are you looking for a bean, too?” he asked.
Jack stopped dead. He didn't face Russel, but straightened, his head now slightly higher than Russel's. “I am looking for beans that I don't have.” Then he relaxed slightly. “For instance, if I don't have your bean cure, I would be very grateful to acquire a few when you do find it.”
Russel nodded. That did make sense. “It was brown green and had a dusty texture to it.”
“Not particularly descriptive,” Jack replied. “Most of these are brown or green, and anything not fresh is somewhat mealy. Here, try this one,” He plucked a pod from a branch that was woody, more of a tree than a bean stalk.
Russel broke the pod and popped one of the beans in his mouth. “Close. Very close. The one I had was dried, so this might be the same one.
“Let's check another,” Jack suggested, walking to the end of the same row. He pulled another pod from a shrubby plant. “Try this.”
Russel tasted the bean again. “They're so similar,” he complained. “How do you tell them apart?”
“Practice,” Jack replied. “Do you need more? I can grab you a couple pods from each and you can try both. At least, I assume your sleeping victim won't be going anywhere if you pick the wrong one.” He grinned and so did Russel, imagining it.
“No, that's true. What do I owe you?”
Jack gave a hefty price, but not completely unreasonable. It was more than worth it for Russel who handed over the gold without haggling. That made Jack frown. He probably thought he should have asked for more.
“Good luck finding your bean,” Russel told him, heading back to the castle.
“Thank you.”

Basil was pissed! He knew that his brother, Rodion, had been lurking around the last few months
but he hadn’t been able to prove it. Well it looked like he had now.
“What the Hell are you doing topside, bro? I thought you hated humans,” Basil demanded as he
stood.
Rodion gave Basil his signature smartass grin as he sarcastically replied, “Making sure that
you’re keeping your nose clean. Boss wasn’t sure you’d be able to keep your ass in check and it
seems that he was right.”

The two men glared at each other as Basil spoke, “Well, I guess it’s a good thing you got here
when you did then because the Devil knows I’m incapable of keeping myself out of trouble.”
Rodion chuckled, “That pretty much sums it up.”
Peyton stood and positioned herself between the two men when she saw Basil tense like he was
getting ready to pounce on their visitor, “Excuse me, gentlemen. Remember me?”
The men looked at her, making her feel overexposed, “Yeah, hi. While I’m sure you boys would
like nothing better than to beat the shit out of each other, Basil here and I were just leaving so
that we could discuss some important, and rather delicate, business in private. Besides that, I
happen to like this establishment and would prefer not to frighten the owners and patrons. How
about we take this outside?”
Basil gave Peyton an embarrassed grin, “You’re right, of course. I would love nothing more than
to beat the Hell out of my brother. But I know that you and I have business to discuss, and that
must come first.”
He looked over at Rodion and gestured to the front door of the diner, “After you, big brother.”
Rodion looked over his shoulder at the door Basil had gestured too and shrugged, “Sure, I don’t
mind leading the way, little brother. But you know how much I love to be in the lead.”
Peyton followed Rodion, making sure to keep herself between the brothers. She didn’t have any
siblings so watching the dynamic between the two men was something new to her. She only
hoped that they would be able to keep their urges in check until they all made it outside.
“Thank you, kind sir,” Peyton said with a smile to Rodion as she walked through the door he
held open.

Born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico in 1977, DJ Shaw was 17 before she was able to see most of the United States. When she was 17, she decided to join the fair, traveling with them to Texas, Oklahoma, and Louisiana. Once the fair arrived in Lake Charles, DJ had decided it was time to go home, that she had had enough of traveling with the fair. She much rather preferred to sit around writing, or even telling, the lives of the people who lived in her head. She had been good at story-telling from the time she was about ten, when she scared herself so bad with her story of the Boogey-man that she couldn’t move off her bed. Her siblings would come to her for their scare fix, because they knew she could come up with something on the spot.
Having found what she loved to do at an early age, she continued to write down her stories and any poetry that came into her head. She had stacks upon stacks of notebooks filled with her work. Her love of horror movies made her stories that much more chilling.
When she’s not writing, she’s listening to music, supporting her favorite adopted brother and his band “Traveler in Pain”, playing with her five children, spending time with her husband of seven years or watching horror movies in the middle of the night just for the scare factor.

Monday, 21 September 2015

Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys' fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn't have what it takes to win someone like Cherie.
Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.
Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about.
Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.
Or does it?

As the evening darkened into night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often, fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear. Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself to the ladies room.

There was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight. Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed? How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers? Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God, oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock. She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now. She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers. She released her neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder. She could feel it all over now, everywhere. She was electrified, getting wetter with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. She would have to rethink that strategy another time.

She moaned, gyrated, clinched and quivered. She moved in harmony with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the stall. She spread her legs giving her hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been. She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon in her red silk undies. Her thong and garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy. Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan was looking at her now in the same way.

She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pink pearl of her existence. She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Juan kissing her, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her aureole and bite her nipples. Her hardened nipples stretched and made an appearance under her tight fully

fitted dress. God! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came. She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles. She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery.

Cherie emerged from the ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen up. Begging the late hour and an early call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss promised more to come.

Chrissy Laurence is the cousin of Best Selling mystery writer C.K.Laurence. Chrissy has always wanted to write, but until her dear friend Muffy encouraged her to do so, she kept the manuscript she had started tucked away without moving forward.

Thrilled with the opportunity to collaborate, she forwarded her manuscript to Muffy. It turned out that the two women were a perfect team and the result of Chrissy and Muffy's work is CHEERLEADERS IN HEAT...

Muffy, author of erotic, romantic novels and stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California at Davis and majored in Business Management. She entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic one hundred year old tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold.They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest writing sexy stories and sensual literotica.

Thursday, 17 September 2015

Check out all the great tasters on the blog. If you want whole story, what I have is available on WattPad.
Before setting out, Russel informed his father of what he had seen, both his princess and the other.“And you are sure it is real? It could be a trap laid by her and the witch.”
Russel shook his head. “It's too...ordinary. Half the time they aren't doing anything. I don't think they intend for me to be able to see them.”
King Gowan rubbed his chin. “And you think the second princess might be suitable for Marcus?”
“It doesn't hurt to try, does it? He can come with me and if everything fails, he can still come back and marry a woman you choose.”
Gowan nodded, considering. “Why haven't you already left, then?” he asked
“I need something to wake the girl. The witch had a bean that was the antidote, but I don't know what sort or where she gets them.”
Gowan stroked his chin again. “I might have a solution to that.” He rose and called in one of his advisers. “Please take Prince Russel to see Jack. If anyone has seen your magic bean, it'll be him.”
Gowan turned back, focusing on the women at the edge of court who made eyes at their king. “Let me know when you are ready to set out,” he muttered, stalking like a cat toward prey.

Wednesday, 16 September 2015

After your kind responses to my teaser from this upcoming box set, I thought I'd share some of the other authors and their offerings to Alpha Shifter Seductions. Today, Kim Faulks shares the first part of her piece, Savage.

Kim is an Aussie girl who loves stories about the underdogs and the things they've done to survive. Nothing is off limits in her books. She loves writing bad guys just as much as heroes and finding that point of no return. Her books are usually hot, action-packed, and always... always dark.

Be sure to get your copy of this box set on pre-order and take advantage of the $0.99 price.

“Stop right there, Mia. You’re not supposed to be out here.”
Guard held up a hand, then glanced toward the building and the pen door behind me.
Fight the change, and run.
Those words ran through my head as the blast of sirens filled the air. I wrenched my head to the left and took one last look at my home. Yellow flashing lights strobed against the side of the building and splashed onto the ground. They were coming. I lunged forward, teeth bared, growing like the beast inside and barreled Guard into the fence. The beast took over. His whimpers echoed inside my head. His breath was hot against my neck. I wrapped my legs around him, riding him to the ground as I speared claws into the soft, vulnerable cavity of his belly.
He grunted and cried out. I mashed my mouth over his and swallowed the cry. I was the beast they made me, the beast born not just from who I was, but what they made me.
I stumbled to the fence and focused on the wire, gripping the strands with one hand while I clawed the ground with the other.
Dogs barked in the distance, their howls savage and hungry. I glanced toward the horizon. The granite mountain pierced the sky with a towering peak. I shuddered as Guard’s voice wormed its way inside my head. The dead wait for you there.
Stars sparkled above. I settled on the bright glint of the North Star.
Keep me away from the mountain. Keep me safe.
My fingers trembled, buckling under the dirt. Nails tore. The sharp pain brought tears to my eyes. The clang of metal bars echoed behind me, speeding my heart and sending tremors through my hands. Guard would search the cages first, then the halls and the stairwells. Eventually, they’d look outside.
They’d hunt me then, and lock me away until I died.
My vision blurred. I risked one quick glance behind me. Guard lay quiet, one leg bent, the thick tread had once left patterns in the ground. But not anymore. Not anymore. The other leg splayed outwards, I glanced to his crotch and the dark wet patch between his legs. His blood was on my hands, his skin under my nails. His chest no longer rose under the uniform. He was still and silent. Part of my pack… that’s what they’d told me.
Guard was his name and he was part of my pack.
A snarl tore through my head. I gripped the bottom strands and bent my knees, driving my body upward. My fingers burned under the strain, swelling around the taut strands until the dirt gave way.
Cold seeped into my skin as I hit the ground. I shoved the dirt aside until the hole grew wide enough for me to try to get through. I shoved my head forward, chin tucked, eyes closed. Jagged edges wound through my hair, tearing strands as I shoved through. Gravel filled my mouth, coating my lips. I inhaled dirt as I kicked against the ground, driving my body through the fence and out the other side. A twang sang through the wire as I released it. I scrambled to my feet.
My feet slipped on the sodden leaves, so I ended up crawling more than I walked. Rough branches slapped my face as I grabbed branch after branch, using fallen trees to pull myself up the steep incline. Fallen trees gave me something to hold onto. My heaving breaths were white in the cold air, burning my chest and stealing the moisture from my mouth. The sirens faded behind me. I dared not turn around. That place was no longer my home. Those I left behind weren’t my people.
My steps speared through sunken holes, jarring my ankles and knees. I slid backward more distance than I gained as I raced for the peak. A howl ripped through the air. The faint sound brought tears to my eyes.
Not a dog.

Five years and 49 previous episodes in the making, seven authors join me this week to celebrate a WCP milestone. The theme is simple:
“Fifty”
But before we introduce our cadre of writers, a bit about the show:
What is The Word Count Podcast?
It is a free broadcast by writers for writers. Simply put, a theme for each show is announced via this site, Twitter and Facebook and writers are given a week or two to write AND RECORD their stories based on said theme.
Why?
Why not, says I. It’s a great way to practice writing and public speaking. It’s another way for writers to get their work “out there.” And I love to meet fellow authors and have a blast putting the show together. It’s just that simple.
Okay. Where can I find it?
You can listen to the latest podcast below, subscribe via iTunes or listen at the show’s site.
Our guests this week:

Saturday, 12 September 2015

The original Blue Moon House is on sale for $0.99, so I thought I give you a spanking from it.

Blurb: Julia has the chance to become one of the vampires of the Blue Moon House. Before being accepted, however, she must prove herself to each of the vampires, and each has their own exacting cost.
Ranging from lesbian, to being forced, to physical torture, she is pushed to her breaking point time and again. Eventually, her perseverance pays off and she crosses from submissive, to dominant and vampire.
In this excerpt, Julia has been given to Terrance for testing.
"MmmMmmaximum." Julia wept loudly. Blood was trickling down her back and over her breasts where the cruel whip had broken her skin. She burned everywhere, stinging from her first beating at Terrance's hand and then adding the salt of sweat, the blood. Sadding against the chains that held her mostly upright, she sobbed bitterly.
The whip was gone and Harry was there, releasing her wrists. "Terrance, Did you have to be so hard?"
The tall, icy man softened for the first time Julia had seen. "Everyone has a limit. If she would join us, I would know hers. Now, I do. Take care of her Harrold."

Thursday, 10 September 2015

Check out all the great tasters on the blog. If you want whole story, what I have is available on WattPad.“What would you know about Princesses?” Russel asked. He glanced across the room and saw his wife reflected in a sliver platter hanging on the wall. She wasn't in the fortress, though. He rose and made his way over to it.
Marcus answered, not seeing his brother's change of attention. “I know that Father will try to find one for me.”
Pandora was surrounded by short, dark dwarves, a dozen or more. What really caught his interest, though, was the woman laying atop an ornate altar stone, covered in a thin net, like veil. She wore ordinary clothes, but was too beautiful for a peasant girl. Dwarves. Where were there dwarves?

If Marcus woke her, he might be able to claim her, just as Russel had. They would have to find another of those beans. In any case, the dwarves would lead him back to the Princess, and this time, he wouldn't let her go until she had bowed to him.
“I'm going to the mountains,” he declared, turning his back on his brother.
“Safe travels,” Marcus replied, still not looking up.

Wednesday, 9 September 2015

Today I wanted to tease you with a snippet from my contribution to a fabulous box set. Alpha Shifter Seductions contains a dozen short stories/novellas about the men and women who change shape. Many are fated couples, some are convenient or inconvenient pairings. Mine is one of the latter. I'll let the poster say it for me.

Here's my tease:
“Oh?” she asked, her voice louder than she expected. “And do one of you have the guy that's going to take his place? Who wants me?”
Linc seemed to appear from nowhere at the side of the table. “I thought I already answered that question.” He sounded so angry, so violent, that Zoe cowered against Sarah.
He ground his teeth, his eyes boring into her, and the sensation of being pulled down as prey returned. It fled quickly when he stalked off.
“Holy shit, Zoe. I think he means it. Does he have a friend or something?” Anna turned her head to the side in an appraising gaze Zoe had seen before. She couldn't say she'd taken any time to look at Linc's ass. She'd gotten hooked on his golden-brown eyes and those curls of chest hair she saw the first time she met him.
Her hand went to her face. She'd been blushing before, but felt clammy now.
Sarah hugged her shoulders. “You have to do something.”

****

Linc cursed himself on every stair he climbed, and he'd done the full six flights without breaking a sweat. He turned around and plowed down again. It was the only way to keep from erupting. Elliot was such a complete waste of breath. It was taking all Linc's concentration to not hunt him down and rip his throat out.
He reached the top flight again without really noticing he'd turned around. Now he was breathing heavily. What had come over him? He hadn't been like this since he was Wash's age. Normally he only got worked up like this the week before the moon. It was still two weeks away.
He pattered down and found Zoe standing at the bottom staring at him.
“I didn't mean to scare you,” he said.
She nodded but didn't speak. “I'd like to say you didn't, but you'd know I was lying.” She didn't meet his gaze, looking at her feet. “What did you mean to do?” she asked, looking up at him through lowered lashes.
Linc licked his lips. Kill your abusive boyfriend? Scare you into sanity? Mark my territory?
Where the fuck had that come from?

Alpha Shifter Seductions is available for preorder now and will release on September 29th.

Saturday, 5 September 2015

Thought I'd share a spanking from Kitten today. It is another in the Blue Moon House series.
Blurb: How does a twentieth century woman take back control over her own body? By giving that control to the right man.
What if you could have limitless sexual pleasure, at the price of your own blood?
Where does the girl who has done it all go when she wants something new?

Jocelyn considers herself sexually experienced, a leader and manipulator. She is looking for the next challenge. The rumors surrounding Blue Moon House sound like just the thing she's looking for. Losing her roommate to marriage, she needs a new place to stay. Hoping to find both in the same entity, she follows the rumors to their source and finds much more than she bargained for, beginning with a discovery that defies her biological science background–vampires.

Jocelyn jumped when Harry's palm connected with her buttock. It didn't hurt, but it didn't make her feel any more comfortable.
His hand clapped on her hip again and she straightened onto her toes. “I might have to do more than spank.” His palm caressed her through the dressing robe before connecting again. “I can do this all day, but I think your bottom won't thank you.”

Thursday, 3 September 2015

Check out all the great tasters on the blog. If you want whole story, what I have is available on WattPad.
Marcus sat at a desk, scribing. Russel almost yawned just watching him. It was so boring!
“What are you writing?” he asked, though he wasn't actually curious.
“I'm reviewing the law regarding livestock and wild animals.”
That was at least as boring as Russel expected. “Why?”“So I can enforce it,” he answered, not looking up at his brother. “Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be banging some Princess?”
Russel scowled.
“Yes, but she got away.”
Marcus gave a low chuckle. “Perhaps your wooing was less than exemplary.”
Russel glowered even more.
“You didn't actually rape her, did you? Couldn't you convince her-” Marcus cut off as one of Russel's daggers sunk into the hardwood of the desk. He clicked his tongue and pulled it out. “This is great grandfather's desk,” Marcus reminded his brother, “not a target dummy. Go outside if you want to throw knives.” He dropped it atop the desk, out of the way of his work.
“What would you know about Princesses?” Russel asked. He glanced across the room and saw his wife reflected in a sliver platter hanging on the wall. She wasn't in the fortress, though. He rose and made his way over to it.

Blurb: Terrance is fascinated with the vampires of Blue Moon House. When a fire leaves them homeless, he seizes the opportunity to build them a new house in America. With them in his debt, he buys time to win their affection. However, a ship at sea is not the safest place for a trio of vampires. Undaunted, they set off on a voyage of wonder, danger and pleasure. Investor is the fifth installment of the Blue Moon House series. However, as each subsequent volume is set further in the past, they may be read in any order.

Today my tease has a bit of intrigue. I hope it doesn't disappoint:

“How could you do that?” Kate asked in a shrill voice when Terrance entered his room at the boarding house. Nicholas was right behind him and quickly closed the door.
“Do what?” Terrance asked, confused.
“Leave me with him! Do you know what he wanted?”
For the first time, Terrance worried that Devlin might be less than a gentleman. Perhaps he was in search of a night's entertainment. Kate had had plenty of men like that.
“No. Was it improper?”
She bristled and paced the room. “No. Unless you consider a kiss on the cheek improper. Particularly as part of a marriage proposal.”
Terrance grinned. “Not at all. That's wonderful news.”
She glared at him.
“It's not wonderful news?” he asked Nicholas.
“It sounds wonderful to me,” he said, shrugging.
“Do you not like him?” Terrance asked. “I thought you were happy visiting with him tonight.”
“It's not that,” she said, her eyes still blazing in anger. “He won't have me when he finds out. What will he want with a...a whore?”
Terrance grinned. “He doesn't know you were ever a whore. Who will tell him? We are the only people who know.”

Be sure you pop around to all the other teases. You won't be disappointed!

Tuesday, 1 September 2015

Terrance is fascinated with the vampires of Blue Moon House. When a fire leaves them homeless, he seizes the opportunity to put them in his debt and himself into their hearts. They agree to his proposition of a new house in America and set off on a voyage of wonder, danger and pleasure.

Investor is the fifth installment of Angelica Dawson's Blue Moon House series. With each subsequent volume set further into the past, there is no need to read these books in order. Just pick it up, and enjoy!

“What are you doing?” he asked in a hiss.

“Giving you a reputation,” she explained. “Only the most successful businessmen can dally with so many as three ladies.” She laughed, loudly, and mussed his hair. “Trust me. You don't even have to indulge me, just make it look like you did.” She unbuttoned his fly and stopped, stroking his length. “It will be more fun if you do.”
At her touch, his eyes closed. He pulled her nearer and kissed her. “I live to indulge you,” he told her, running a hand up and over her bound breasts. With a little shifting, he pulled the corset down enough to reveal her nipples. She continued to work at his waist while he sucked one after the other.

Angelica Dawson, bestselling Naughty Nights Press author, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards -- mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires. She can be found on Facebook, Twitter and her blog, where she regularly posts excerpts from published works as well as those in progress.